Page 1 of Only You

CHAPTER 1

Hannah

“Look at you.” Adalyn smiled during our Facetime call. “My sister is the hottest woman in New York City.”

“Thank you.” I grinned. “Do you like the dress?” I did a little twirl with my phone in my hand.

“I love it, sis. When do I get to meet Mr. Matthew Ridge?”

“Hopefully soon. I plan to talk to him tonight about taking a little trip to Harbor Falls.” I smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Adalyn, he’s the one. I feel it in my heart. I’ve never been so head over heels with a guy before like I am with him. I know it’s only been a couple of months, but?—”

“Say no more.” She put her hand up. “I totally get it.” She looked over at Colin, and he waved. “Hi, Hannah.”

“Hi, Colin.”

“You look beautiful. Hot date tonight?”

“Yeah.” I smiled. “I better go. I’ll talk to you two later. Love you.”

“We love you too.” Adalyn smiled. “Have fun tonight.”

I grabbed my purse and hailed a cab to Matthew’s penthouse. Letting myself in, I set my purse down, opened a bottle of wine, and poured a glass while I waited for him to get home from work. My phone dinged with a text.

“Hi, beautiful. I’m running a little late. I called the restaurant and pushed back our reservation for seven thirty. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m just chilling at your place with a glass of wine.”

“Perfect. I’ll be home soon. I love you, my princess.”

“I love you too, my prince.”

Matthew and I met a couple of months ago on the streets of New York City when I accidentally bumped into him, spilling his coffee all over his expensive suit. I was mortified and kept apologizing like a mad woman. Instead of letting me pay for his dry cleaning, he wanted me to buy him another coffee. So, we headed to the nearest coffee shop, where we sat, talked, and drank coffee together. He was charming, and a relationship formed.

I took my glass of wine to the terrace and stared at the brightly lit city. As I sipped my drink, I thought about how I saw a future with us, which I never did with any guy. But, with Matthew, he was different.

I heard the elevator ding, and a smile graced my lips. Turning around, I stepped inside and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a woman staring at me.

“Who the hell are you?” Her stern voice echoed throughout the penthouse.

“Excuse me? Who the hell are you, and how did you get up here?”

“I’m Matthew’s wife.”

The glass dropped from my hand and shattered all over the wood flooring. The elevator dinged, and Matthew walked in. His eyes widened when he saw both his wife and me standing there.

“Charmaine, what are you?—”

She turned around and slapped him across the face. “Ten years, Matthew. Ten years of marriage today, and this is what I find? I knew you were screwing around behind my back, you lying son of a bitch.”

“Charmaine, I can explain.” He gripped her arm.

“There’s nothing to explain, you liar. You got caught.” She jerked out of his grip and jammed her finger into his chest. “I’m calling my lawyer on the way back to Connecticut and filing for divorce. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined. You can have your little whore over there.” She stormed out.

“Charmaine, wait!”

I stood there, shaking in disbelief.

“Hannah,” Matthew said, walking to where I stood.

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